Won’t be getting my drink on again!

I PASSED! I PASSED! I PASSED! No more nasty super-sugary orange carbonated drink for ME! (No, that is not another earthquake in Illinois, it is just my pregnant, rotund, body jumping for joy!)

I can either a.) Thank God for answering my prayers while trying to keep the drink down during the 1 hour wait before they can draw your blood or b.) Thank my weight loss. I think I will thank God for my weight loss. :o)

Other good news is that we are moving along quite nicely with the playroom and nursery. We already have Tanner’s bed set up and an idea of where we will place the crib and changing table. Since Josie will sleep in her bassinet or Moses Basket in our room for the first 1-2 months, Ruthie is Tanner’s official roommate right now. The upstairs playroom is a disaster because Tanner has actually been using it instead of dragging all of his toys from the basement playroom into our living room. We have opted to keep the colors of both rooms the same and just do some touch ups on the walls and ceilings. All that is left to do is:

1. Clean the carpeting in the entire house.
2. Touch up the paint in both rooms.
3. Paint a chalk board area in the play room.
4. Move and install the CD towers to the living room.
5. Move and install the existing bookshelf to the playroom and buy an additional one to install. The kids have massive amounts of books!
6. Buy the rest of Tanner’s Transformer bedding.
7. Measure the kid’s closet for the new shelving and hanging units and install them both without killing each other.
8. A little decorating here and there in both rooms.

It doesn’t look like much but I guarantee you we will be down to the wire. That seems to be how we roll.

This Momma refuses to drive a mini-van, doesn’t wear maternity shirts that tie in the back and…

…will NOT fail her 1 hour gestational diabetes test! Yep, it is that time once again. The dreaded glucose test. This time with an added twist, a lap band!

Have I mentioned how carbonated beverages do not sit well with my band let alone at 6:30 a.m.??? Yeah, it wasn’t pretty but I got that foul orange drink down. Barely. I was supposed to drink the whole bottle in 5 minutes, let’s all take a moment to laugh! It took me about 15 and that was while I was standing up, walking around and jumping up and down to get gravity to help me out. I am sure the girls in the lab at Delnor will have good stories to tell tonight. I have no clue how I held it down because, believe me, I thought it was coming up a few times, but I survived. Oh, and lets add in the fact that I always need to be poked several times to get a vein, including at least once on the top of my hand. I can thank my dad for the "great" veins I inherited from him. :o)

Now I am in the dreaded 48-72 hour wait for the results and still feel ill from all of that sugar first thing in the morning on an empty stomach.

I am not even thinking about the 3 hour test because as I said in the beginning of this post, I will NOT fail the 1 hour test. (Y’all can take a moment to laugh again, this time behind my back!) :o)

Holy Kicking, Batman and other musings.

Josie seems to be VERY active lately. Her favorite activity, kicking me in the bladder. I am at the point where you can see the kicks through my clothes which I adore watching. Tanner has no interest in feeling a kick but I bet if I tell him it is a puppy doing the kicking he would. :o)

My sleeping has gotten better thanks to the wedge we bought. I thought a pregnancy pillow would do the trick but NOPE! The wedge RAWKS! It provides my belly with much needed support without being too mushy and I only get up once a night now and that is just to go to the bathroom. No more tossing and turning to get comfortable, I just tuck the wedge in under my belly and fall back to sleep. Sweet relief!

Scott provided me with a lovely "compliment" the other day in the form of, "Look at your belly, IT IS HUGE!" Which he quickly followed up with, "In a good way!" Ummm, honey, did you not see the pic you took of me WEEKS AGO WHEN I HAD A HUGE BELLY??? I read that you tend to "pop" earlier in your second pregnancy, but this is crazy. Just call me Buddah and rub my belly for good luck.

I am measuring on target so I honestly just think that I was so heavy when I was pregnant with Tanner that my now smaller frame is causing me to think I am bigger than I should be. But lemme tell ya, there is NO MISTAKING that I am pregnant! :o) You may think this sounds like I am complaining but I love, love, love it! I don't even mind the ever rapidly rising scale anymore.

Oh the madness! No guac mentioned in this post! :o)

When I was pregnant with Tanner I had a dream that he was about 16, I have no clue what he was doing but I could tell you exactly what he looked like in the dream. What has freaked me out for the past 3 years and almost 5 months is that he is on track to look EXACTLY like he did in my dream. He was very tall, blue eyes, lighter hair and had a dimple. Scott still brings this up every once in a while, I think it freaks him out a little too.

The other night I had a dream about Josie. I know she was just a little older than newborn, I was holding her and she had light hair and brown eyes. So now I am wondering what she is going to look like. Well, in all honesty I have been wondering what/who she would look like since I found out I was pregnant.

Tanner looks just like Scott, will Josie look just like me? I can just hear my friend Maria now, “Let’s hope not!” :o)

Will she have a mohawk for hair like Tanner did when he was born? Doesn’t matter, I have been buying cute headbands with bows on eBay for about a week now. Shhhhh, don’t tell Scott.

Will she have blue eyes like Tanner and Scott or get short changed and have hazel eyes like me? No offense to anyone with dark eyes, hey, I have them too! I have not-so-secretly been envious of my sisters and one brother because they have blue eyes.

Will she get Scott’s dimple like Tanner did?

Will you be able to tell that Josie and Tanner are siblings?

I have crazy thoughts, I know! Hormones will do that to a girl.

I should have known I was having a girl from the beginning because all the extra estrogen pumping through my body has turned me into a mess. If I hear a sad song or read a sad story I turn into a puddle of tears. The other day we were on our way to get groceries and I started crying because something out of the blue reminded me of our old dog which prompted sweet little Tanner to ask, “What is wrong Momma?” I told him I missed P.J. and he told me he did too which didn’t help the situation! :o)

Other than Scott always worrying he did something unknowingly to provoke the tears, I guess this is better than being annoyed with everything/everyone like when I was pregnant with Tanner! :o)